Date: Fri, 17 Aug 2012 00:35:16 -0700
From: naomiknowsit <naomiknowsit@dslextreme.com>
Subject: Naomi's Story--Part 4-Final

Part 4 final

Masturbation. It's funny that I am trying to talk to girls about how sex
feelings can be at least in one case and not mention it. Simply, it hardly
entered my mind. I think in some way the simmering I keep talking
about was precious and part of me and going after some completion, by
myself no less, wasn't what I wanted even though what I wanted was not
at all well defined really. My stealing Irene's panty and learning the
deeper feelings I had when I smelled them and tasted them was a kind of
masturbation for me, that's the best I can say.
I know for many girls, maybe most, who have early sexual feelings that
they just persist well into the teen years and maybe longer, with normal
masturbation helping, so my story I know isn't everyone's or even
typical. But...well...I still hope some of it helps some girls if they are
given access to it.
The woman I was seeking, the opening up I was seeking even thought
again I wasn't so sure what it might really mean, came through someone
not in my usual sights so to speak. It's funny how I felt alone and unable
to be understood because I was 9 or 10 and others would look past me,
so it seems I was looking past others.
I attended a private school for girls ages 8-12. They had az silly school
uniform of white blouse and full pleated plaid skirt and actually would
not permit older girls even to wear jeans underneath so that we were
always aware of our skirts which come for most to just above our knees.
Not to brag...well, maybe a little...I was good at math and was put into
an Algebra class which mainly had of course older girls. They were a
feast for me as I simmered and looked and imagined one of them looking
my way. But, I did not think of it being Carol. I am ashamed too because
she was pretty but not in the sexual way so to speak. She had the most
beaming smile and was the friendliest to me. And she was...well, the
others called her "fat." She was overweight and had not lost her baby fat
but I never could see her as being fat. But, well, again, I didn't see her as
I saw the "sexier" girls.
It turned out that she had eyed me always. She didn't reveal it and since
I wasn't looking her way I didn't see it but she told me later that she had
always liked me, I mean, liked me. She went to the teacher and asked
could the teacher assign someone in class to help her with the Algebra
and she requested me she told the teacher because she figured if I was so
young and in Algebra I knew my stuff.
So the teacher asked me and I said yes, quite complimented, even though
from Carol's board work in class she didn't seem at all in need of help.
We first had lunch together in the cafeteria and arranged things and we
agreed to head to her house after school when it fit our schedules.
Her house was nice, open. She always offered me food or cookies or
milk or soda. Usually I declined but sometimes we nibbled in the
kitchen, beginning our Algebra work there but always ending in Carol's
room at her school desk. She had posters only of girl rockers or actresses
and the room was always neat, the bed made. I noted the absence of male
posters.
"So how come only girls on the walls?" I asked one day.
"Can I be honest?" she asked and I nodded. "I like girls, Naomi. Not so
much I don't like boys but...well, I feel for other girls."
"I....I like girls too," I said, happy to be open with someone. "I can't talk
to my mom about it...you know."
Carol nodded. "I felt my feelings when I was 7 and they have never let
up."
This was even more of an eye opener and I could feel my face brighten.
"For me I was 10," I said.
"An old lady then," Carol said and we shared a nice laugh. "You're
helping me with Algebra so maybe if you want to talk about your
feelings I can help you that way. It's very lonely to have feelings young"
I nodded vigorously. "It's in me all the time. I call it my embers or
simmering and it's always there, part of me," I said.
Carol nodded. "I...I kind of...well...felt that in you," she said.
"I knew your Algebra was all right," I said and we laughed again.
"I've always been plainer than most other girls and fat and that keeps
girls as well as boys away even if girls who like girls aren't supposed to
be concerned so much about looks," Carol said.
"This isn't just to say it but I think you're pretty...you have something
inside that comes out too and to me you're not fat. And for me being
only 10 keeps others away."
Carol smiled. "Not me." I could feel my blush. "Have you...kissed a
girl?"
I told her about Marisa. We were in her room sitting in chairs by her
work desk. She took a chance and turned to me and very, so softly put
her lips to mine so very much like Marisa, bringing memories back and
new feelings as immediately my ambers were lit.
We sat there uncomfortably and kissed with our lips for some time, our
head tilting, our lips tasting, partly open, but so gently and without
insisting on anything. And when finally we had to come up for air I
could see the flush in her face and she looked at me with thankful eyes.
I'm not sure what my face showed but I knew how powerful that soft
kissing was inside of me.
"Are you ready fo more than kissing. Naomi?" Carol asked softly.
Carol became the first person I ever trusted with my Irene story and she
did not blink but nodded even.
"You've discovered your feelings lie deep, she said. "You've trusted me
so I trust you...I have thoughts about girls with freckles, girls who look
like you...although I never expected one so sweet and open and ahead,"
Carol said.
"I want you to be open." I said.
Carol got up and went to her bed and pulled down the cover and
beckoned me. I came to her without any hesitancy and sat on the edge of
the bed next to her.
"I...I would like...if you...if you are okay with it...to...to see your freckles
places where...I always wonder if they are," Carol said, an embarrassed
blush in her face.
"You could tell me where they are,"I said with a smile and she smiled
widely and hugged me and we kissed again just as softly and Marisa-like
as a few moments ago.
"Have you been naked with another girl, even sleep over?" she asked.
"No. It's part of my embers though," I said and watched as Carol
unbuttoned my blouse and pulled it open.
I knew I was flat, formless, but Carol's eyes did not reflect anything but
a soft fondness.
"You have wonderful freckles...and beauty marks," she said, her eyes
moving over my naked flat chest. Indeed I had never ever been naked
with another girl, certainly not intimately. I felt more wonderful than I
imagined it might feel and Carol's eyes made me feel beautiful and
loved and wanted. Carol very carefully removed my school blouse and,
guiding me, lay me on her bed stomach down and began to follow the
paths of freckles over my back with fingers so feathery I barely felt them
yet so going into my feelings that it was all I could feel. I heard a soft
sound as I took in a breath.
"Yes," said, to be sure Carol would not stop and she didn't. I could feel
her eyes and the changing path of her fingers as they found different
paths of freckles.
"Do you feel it in your panty?" she asked with a whisper.
"Everywhere...yes," I said.
She lifted my arms and peered into my arm pits and told me of the
freckles there that now were soaked by my sexual sweating. And
then...oh God I can never forget...she moved her mouth unto one armpit
and tongued my sweat and I could feel also she took it into her mouth.
She did not have to ask if it was all right because my murmur and
movement told her. The embers were lit high now, beyond simmering.
Carol did not remove my school skirt. For reasons of her own internal
simmering she lifted me and urged the skirt up to my hips and had me
stay on my knees. She was gentle but firm guiding me and had me bring
my knees together and I knew way as for the first time I felt my panty
slide down my thighs in the presence of another girl or woman and in the
middle of the highest I had ever known for my simmering feelings.
"Your freckles are sweet, so sweet," she said after guiding my feet apart
again and as her fingers still so gentle ran over my small firm rear
cheeks, obviously tracing paths again.
Then,,,God how it's still in me so powerfully...she parted my rear cheeks
and brought her face right up to my opened rear. I could tell because I
could feel her breath and her words as she told me of the continuing path
of freckles where she looked.
I was not shocked when I sensed Carol breathing in deeply at my open
rear, smelling with abandon my rear smells. I was not shocked because it
was only a step more intimate than my smelling of Irene's worn panty.,
Then...God...I felt her fingers slide deeply into my rear opening and
touch my anus and then her mouth move into me there and her tongue
lick out and taste.
It needn't be said that Carol was sexually excited by what she was doing.
But it needs to be said how excited I was. Dreams, thoughts, embers all
were now swept up into my ass open and being looked at so completely,
being felt so fully with fingers now slipping into my ass hole, being not
just smelled but tasted by a searching tongue.
My face was buried into the pillows at the head of the bed. My ass was
up and I was on my knees, my feet now well apart and eager to spread
more for Carol's wonderful attention. My body was in the throes of such
powerful desires and wants and pleasures and urgent needs that dwarfed
my mental ideas. And to a great extent it was because it was Carol who
was older kind and open and giving and wonderful and who, she would
tell me later, was in her own heaven.
She again carefully guided me onto my back and brought my legs
together to completely guide my panty to hang off one ankle. She then
urged my knees well back and my feet well apart and with my school
skirt bunched well up onto my waist I was fully exposed. I had what I
learned was an unusually protruding vulva and I looked into Carol's face
as her eyes took me in. She softly told me how wonderfully womanly my
vulva was, how sweetly thick and symmetrical my vulva lips, how the
thick slit separating those vulva lips was like a geometric line drawn on
me with a marker.
I kept saying "vulva" because Carol did, and it was wonderful and so
much wiser than "pussy" or anything else.
I was mewling now, my head rolling side to side, my hands flailing,
reaching to I don't know what. I was in the midst of sexual activity that
more than matched my embers and simmering and with a girl I liked and
I was beyond myself with the urges striking out through me.
For a long time Carol's eyes let themselves be soaked with the open
view of my girlhood while her fingers found it seemed every path of
freckles along my formless thighs, over my lower belly which quivered
with her tough, lower, and, oh yes, oh yes along my virgin vulva lips and
along my moistened slit.

I had no idea of Carol's careful progression as she caressed me. She
followed the path of freckles but more so the path of my urgent growing
sexual need. She would move along my thighs and into the soft spot high
up and then suddenly be low on my belly and then gliding along my
vulva lips or my slit and with each time more and more letting her
fingers slide more deeply between those lips, rubbing against my
distended clitoris out of its shield.
When I came it was unexpected because I had no idea about it really. I
remember I lifted myself from the bed and grasped at Carol's hair and
opened my eyes with shock and surprise and maybe a bit of fear. My
first orgasm was like someone stabbing me in my girlhood, shooting up
from my vagina and through my body, into my non-existent breasts, into
my small aureoles, into my armpits. And then, with Carol's expert and
careful guidance, my second seeming unable to wait and even more
powerful, brining a scream from me.
Carol came onto the bed and held me close as my body spasmed with
smaller orgasms and the sweet feeling of being in Carol's arms. At the
time I was selfish and didn't think of brining similar pleasure to Carol
but she told me later that it wasn't what she was after and that indeed
bringing me to such heights was enough for her.

End Part 4